Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 193 It’s Him! It’s Him! It’s Him!
They made a racket, shouted and yelled, and cried and begged.

A chaotic cacophony of sounds and noises continuously flooded my ears.

"Stop making noise so early in the morning!"

Without even lifting his eyelids, Lin Dao raised his hand and clapped his hands.

'Snapped! '

The sound is crisp and the sensation is cloying.

"Benefactor~"

Li Shishi, filled with grievance, said, "It wasn't me!"

Lin Dao finally opened his eyes.

A familiar expanse of white.

His gaze shifted upwards, landing on Li Shishi's pretty face, which was filled with grievance.

As my thoughts returned to normal, I listened to the noises coming from outside the RV.

She sat up, walked past Li Shishi, and reached out to pull back the curtains.

Li Shishi's brothel was surrounded by high walls, so she couldn't see what was happening outside.

He got up, dressed, and instructed, "Go get some food and wait here. I'll go out and check on things."

After getting ready, I opened the door, got out of the car, locked the door, and left the hospital.

As always, there was no one in Jinqian Lane.

But once you step out of the alley and onto Maqian Street, you'll find it bustling with people, and shouts and calls filling the air.

Lin Dao, clad in full armor, had an AUG slung across his shoulder with a belt, and Glocks and claw hammers hanging on either side of his waist.

She raised her hand, shook her snow-white cloak, and strode towards the alley entrance.

Stepping out of the alley felt like entering another world.

Three shifts of yamen runners, minor officials of the prefecture and county. Song soldiers wearing Fanyang hats.

Each one of them roared and howled like a ferocious demon.

The minor officials flipped through the books, going door to door.

The constables brandished iron rulers, chains, and fire sticks, smashing doors and breaking into homes.

Crying, pleas, and shouts of beatings and cursing could be heard coming from the houses.

Amidst the cacophony of noise, a young woman was seen being dragged out of her house, weeping, by chains.

The family members who followed were all knocked to the ground.

The yamen runners and soldiers who had looted gold, silver, and silk drove away and beat the people who were pleading for help.

Some women, unwilling to be humiliated, ran and threw themselves into the well.

The family members cried out in grief and anger, but that was all they could do.

The yamen runners and soldiers, their bodies laden with all sorts of looted items, merely spat out their bad luck, turned around, and continued searching for the next victim with their books.

Everything that came into view was so absurd and laughable.

Lin Dao roughly understood what was going on.

It is recorded in historical books.

The Jin people demanded gold, silver, silk, mules, horses, and women.

The Song court, which was spineless and weak in its dealings with foreign powers, turned around and began to ruthlessly exploit the people of Bianliang (Kaifeng) to provide for the needs of the Jin people.

"Whoo~~~"

Lin Dao breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's the difference between this and the Qing Dynasty, which ceded territory and paid reparations?"

You coward, you're disgusting!

He reached for the assault rifle, then put it down.

He took the claw hammer from his waist, held it in his hand, and strode forward.

The soldiers guarding the crossroads with bows and crossbows were all greatly surprised to see Lin Dao approaching.

There is no other reason.

Lin Dao's full-body armor was simply too beautiful and dazzling.

It looks a hundred times better than the armor they all wear.

"Who is this important person?"

"Could it be the Grand Commandant?"

"Your Majesties?"

"Could it be the Emperor?!"

To his surprise, Lin Dao had already arrived in front of a Song soldier, looking down at him.

Song Jun trembled slightly and subconsciously swallowed.

Lin Dao's aura was overwhelming, the armor exuded a strong sense of oppression, and he possessed a murderous aura cultivated through countless battles.

These auras came straight at you, like Mount Tai pressing down on you.

Song Jun, whose throat was dry, even subconsciously wanted to kneel down.

"You guys~"

"Whose subordinate is he?"

The Song soldier, trembling, said, "Fourth...Fourth Guards Inspector, Commander Fan..."

"Oh." Lin Dao, behind the mask, said in a muffled voice, "It's Fan Qiong."

With that, he raised the hammer in his hand.

'boom! '

The Song soldiers wearing Fanyang hats had their heads blown off.

Lin Dao shook the hammer and glanced at the people nearby.

The Song soldiers were all dumbfounded.

This is Bianliang City, who would dare to lay a hand on them?
‘Woo! ’

The claw hammer slammed down again, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound.

Another Song soldier fell to the ground.

Only then did the remaining people realize what was happening.

They immediately dropped their bows and crossbows and ran away.

Without a doubt, they were the most typical Song soldiers of this era.

Lin Dao didn't chase after him. He stood on the street and looked around. His gaze behind the mask was as sharp as a knife.

The yamen runners and soldiers on the street stared at him in astonishment.

As Lin Dao strode forward, the crowd, having regained their senses, scattered and fled.

He hung the hammer back on his waist and took out the Glock.

He aimed at the leg of a Song soldier.

'boom! '

The Song soldier, whose back was spurting blood, immediately collapsed to the ground.

Lin Dao remained expressionless, showing no emotion whatsoever.

The gun barrel turned and pointed at another Song soldier.

'boom! '

Missed.

Maintaining distance makes it difficult for pistols to hit targets.

Lin Dao looked down at the Glock in his hand.

"This gun is no good."

He rarely used a handgun, since he didn't lack them.

The whistling bullets flew past his ears, and the Song soldier who had escaped death was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

He could have simply gotten up and kept running, just like his companions.

However, he was too terrified to get up, and he could not manage to get up even after several attempts.

She burst into tears out of terror.

Their cries were even more piercing than those of the people who had suffered before.

The people on the street watched all of this silently.

Heavy footsteps approached, and Lin Dao stepped to the soldier's side.

"Cry again, and I'll kill you!" The soldier's cries abruptly stopped.

"stand up."

The soldier who had thrown off Fan Yangli got up shakily, his head bowed and trembling like a quail, not daring to look at him again.

These are the soldiers of the Song Dynasty capital!
No wonder the Jurchens were extremely arrogant and domineering.

Faced with opponents who are as small as chicks, who wouldn't be arrogant?

"Where is your commander?"

"Yes, at the Vermilion Bird Gate." The Song soldier volunteered, "It is said that a Jin envoy is coming to collect people and goods, and the commander is waiting."

"When?"

"It was set at the beginning of the Si hour."

'boom! '

Lin Dao turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the many people on the street.

Fear was evident in the eyes of the common people.

No one came to thank him, and no one ran over to shout that they were willing to follow their benefactor to fight the enemy.
Lin Dao remained silent and walked back to Jinqian Lane.

He couldn't save the city from such a large-scale, organized, government-organized looting.

Fortunately, we have the exact time and location, so we can simply cut off the source when the time comes.

Back at the camp, Lin Dao opened the car door, took off his helmet, face armor, neck guard, and iron gloves, and took out his toiletries to wash up.

Li Shishi has already prepared breakfast.

It's just heating up some milk, frying an egg or some meat slices.

It doesn't involve much technology.

"not enough."

Lin Dao, who gets plenty of exercise in the morning, eats and drinks while asking for "more."

Li Shishi hurriedly went to do it again.

After eating and drinking his fill, Lin Dao glanced at the time; it was already past 8:30.

In the modern world, working people have already begun their hard work to earn a living.

It's time for him to get to work here too.

"Stay put."

Lin Dao picked up the walkie-talkie and handed it over, saying, "I'm going out to work."

I got off the car, locked the door, got my electric scooter, and headed straight for the Vermilion Bird Gate after leaving the courtyard which had no gate.

After watching Lin Dao's figure disappear, Li Shishi cleaned up the dishes and changed the messy, stained sheets.

After finishing these tasks, she skillfully took out snacks and drinks and climbed into bed.

She turned on the LCD screen and continued watching the romantic movie that had captivated and brought tears to her eyes.

Lin Dao rode his electric scooter along the way.

If you encounter people on the road who are extorting money from the people or kidnapping women, kill them on the spot.

I don't ask for others' gratitude, I only wish there were fewer scumbags in the world.

Zhuque Gate, in front of Zhou Bridge.

"How long are you going to drag this out?"

Wendu Sizhong, acting as the envoy, sternly rebuked Fan Qiong, "You haven't even gathered enough wealth and women yet?"

Wearing armor, Fan Qiong smiled ingratiatingly.

"Please rest a moment, Your Excellency, it will be ready shortly."

"Humph!"

Wen Dusizhong looked grim.

He came here today with an important mission.

Collecting money and goods from women was just something that happened along the way.

Last night, Nanxun Gate was attacked. A Meng'an under Han Chang Wanhu, stationed at Nanxun Gate, suffered a devastating blow.

Including Meng'an Zheng Teng, a total of more than 700 people were lost!

The fourth prince was furious and immediately ordered his troops to storm in and massacre the city.

Fortunately, the Second Prince and Marshal Nianhan intervened, and the matter was dropped.

It's not that we're unwilling to break in, but unless we eliminate that elusive figure who drives his iron cart recklessly and is unstoppable, all of you Wanyan are in danger.

"Your Highnesses and Marshals, I have a message for your country."

Wendu Sizhong said with a stern face, "You have maliciously sabotaged the peace talks, so I'm afraid this alliance cannot be signed."

These words greatly alarmed Fan Qiong. "Your Excellency, why have you gone to such lengths?"

If we can't sign an alliance, won't we still have to fight?

As the general leading the troops, he was destined to die on the battlefield!

"Humph!"

Wendu Sizhong said arrogantly, “Your country has people who are specifically opposed to my Great Jin.”

"They have attacked our great Jin warriors one after another."

"With your country engaging in such acts of sabotage against peace negotiations, what kind of alliance can you possibly sign!"

Fan Qiong immediately flew into a rage, his voice booming like a bell.

"Who?!"

"who is it?!"

"Who dares to be so audacious as to attack Jin warriors and sabotage the peace talks?"

"I will go and kill him right now!"

A loud response came from the bridge.

"It's me~~~"

Everyone turned to look at it.

A man in iron armor sat on a strange chariot, ignoring the numerous Song soldiers around him, and slowly approached.

After parking the electric scooter, Lin Dao got off and removed the key.

His gaze, hidden behind the mask, first swept over the many weeping women being watched over by soldiers and yamen runners not far away.

His eyebrows twitched slightly, and his eyes were filled with a fierce light.

He glanced over and saw carts loaded with gold and silver.

Various kinds of silk fabrics filled the vehicles.

The wealth that ordinary people have worked so hard to create has been handed over to scumbags.

His gaze swept back and landed on Wendu Sizhong's face.

A typical Jurchen face.

Finally, he looked at Fan Qiong.

"I heard you wanted to kill me?"

Fan Qiong's expression was one of surprise and uncertainty.

Lin Dao's armor look is so cool.

Honestly, it's dazzling.

He asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

"Your mother's lover."

Enraged, Fan Qiong drew his sword and shouted, "Kill him!"

'boom! '

'Aww~~~'

Fan Qiong, whose thigh had been pierced by a bullet, dropped his weapon and sat on the ground, clutching his leg and howling.

The guards around him were stunned for a moment, then rushed forward.

'Pfft pfft pfft~~~'

Under the barrage of AUG fire, more than a dozen guards were immediately shot down to the ground.

Seeing this tragic scene before him, Wen Dusizhong's eyelids twitched wildly, and his heart pounded like a drum.

'It's him! It's him! It's definitely him!'

(End of this chapter)